THE MARTYR OF ENSWERP

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FOR THE REPUBLIC, FOR THE SALVIAN DREAM!

THE MARTYR OF ENSWERP

“We the disparate lords, gentrymen, and peoples otherwise of the Petra do pledge our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor to the establishment of this Constitution upon the foundations of liberty and meritocracy. Let this charter be the highest law of the land, an inalienable contract for the formation of this Commonwealth of the Petra.” - P. Temesch, The Petrine Constitution, Preamble, 1885.

 

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FELLOW CITIZENS,

 

THE FIRST BLOW OF THIS WAR HAS BEEN STRUCK. The Heartlander Confederation is no more! The Marnan Brigade and the Monarchist Pigs of the Petra slaughtered one another on the field of Enswerp. It appears to us that “King Paul,” has been plucked from the Aaunish countryside and executed in the demesne of Renilde. The Marnans at his side, though a small band, were thoroughly defeated, and their corpses left strewn throughout the hamlet. Yet do not lament, good Petrans, who wish to see the rat-Queen hanged for the traitor she is. For while today was the end of the usurper’s campaign, it was the beginning of ours!

 

Two republican soldiers, malnourished from the hardships of mountain life, set upon both sides! Marnan, Petran, it mattered not; All monarchist forces were their foes. Sir Stefan rode gallantly alongside a nameless servant of the Salvian Dream. His lance struck true against two of the Aaunishmen, whilst his comrade beat a Petran bannerman to death in the square. Alas, the poor martyr, in his triumphant retreat from the field, did trip into a patch of rather thorny bushes and perish.

 

The Knights of the Laurel gathered a force of some ten men to retaliate, yet found no quarrel. The Marnans gave chase, and they were swiftly evaded. The Petrans seemed to have disappeared into thin air when we came upon their walls, and that patch of brambles was 'protected' by otherworldly forces. Yet we are undisturbed, for we shall kill another day. GOD willing, we shall break the enemies of the Constitution, and make the Salvian Dream manifest. 

 

GOD REST THE MARTYR OF ENSWERP.

PETRA, FLOWING WATER! AVE! AVE!

 

Spoiler

THE GREAT FLIGHT FROM THE SOULSTONE PILLAR

 

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REMEMBER VALFLEUR,

Ser Stefan af Don af Petra, Knight of the Petrine Laurel, Hero of the Petra.

. . . And many other Patriots.

[woke 1157]

A certain footman raised his longsword skyward, the steel glinting ominously in the light. He reveled in the aftermath of his intimidation, having just terrorized yet another child of Lemonhill.

[Rig 17580]

Val laughs before shouldering his lance and returning to hunting for Monarchists to maim or kill. For them it was a war of survival — for the Revolutionaries, it was a sport of blood. 

[tilly 5115]

"I still don't get whose side they're on, or what exactly they're fighting for, other than to fight..." Renilde pointed to the missive and scratched her head as she sat at the war table in the citadel of Vallagne with Aurel, Rowena, and their trusted advisors.

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"I still don't get whose side they're on, or what exactly they're fighting for, other than to fight..." Renilde pointed to the missive and scratched her head as she sat at the war table in the citadel of Vallagne with Aurel, Rowena, and their trusted advisors.

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Gentle depositions, of candle-light, refracted unto sun-touched, sleepless lips, bid lilting, gently, unto speech.

" It appears, as more opportunist, oathbreakers, your Majesty, of no allegiance, but their own; want in their pursuits of avarice, and greed, to claim popular support, where there is none, much like the Marnan Brigade had.. "

Naught anger, contempt, or wroth wrest unto her cheeks, naught lest for the sympathy, plain unto her lips.

" To think there are yet those that would suffer such; to claim the call of the people, whilst want for naught but blind wroth & hatred, at their expense; to claim the heart of our Commonwealth, whilst spurning it's every value, virtue & heart.."

Her lamentations would at last wrest her lips unto a warmth, and abject determination, lost of aught but fondness & love.

 

" Whence will such snakes, and vultures, understand, that the hearts, and souls of our commonwealth, are naught it's weakness, yet it's strength - I pray they will have the mind to learn of the Commonwealth they lie & claim to know; I pray they will understand it's virtue, merit, and values, and stand down, fore they forfeit their lives to ignorance, there has been enough blood shed over the foolishness & word of wicked & chauvinists alike. "

 

A gentle sigh broke unto her lips, looking unto the Queen-Emeritus, then to all thus convened; her greater, family, in aught but kin.

" Whence this next saint's day dawns, let us hope this senseless kinswar, will, at last, end. "
 

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Edited July 23, 2024 by Apricette

[Enlightenment 2295]

Ser Steiner von Richthofen looked down from the seven skies, signing the lorraine, "Paul's dream didn't deserve to be profaned by his bratty child, the Republic shall return soon to restore liberty to all."